The beginning of the end?
I’m telling you, in this town, when it rains it pours. It’s all gonna be downhill from this point onwards unless someone rescues me.
I just had the most embarassing experience in my life. EVAR. I’d say tonight was one of the worst nights out and I’ve never, ever humiliated myself so much to the point where I wished the ground would split and swallow me alive. If you think you’ve had it bad, well, I had it REAAAAAAAALLY bad. I planned on having a really nice time out today but after what happened, it’s rather appropriate for me to temporarily wallow in shame.
Look at that face. LOL I’ve got a bald patch like Victoria Beckham ZOMG!
Jacket from Zara, shirt from CK Calvin Klein, jeans from Acne Jeans (Sweden), bag from Louis Vuitton, shoes from Louis Vuitton, brooch from Rustan’s (Manila).
UGH!!!!!! I really don’t want to talk about it but the hell. No one can help me forget about it unless I get it out of my system. Delete delete delete erase erase erase abort abort abort it out of my system. My blog is the best outlet I’ve ever had, it’s therapeutic and it’s better than going to the shrink.
I’ve been blogging for almost 3 years and I’ve never deleted an entry or regretted anything that I said on this blog. Until tonight.
You see, someone emailed me yesterday morning with a photo attachment. Apparently she got it from someone else’s photo album without their permission. I don’t know it was and I certainly didn’t recognize the other person is on the photo posing like me. Anyway, I immediately replied asking who it was. (BTW, by now you should know that I’m a complete sucker when it comes to these things.) I also wrote about it on my blog. I was gonna write about me channeling Gay Army and post pictures from last weekend but I was too lazy to do a long update.
Anyway, I blogged about it for fun and the comments poured in from people guessing who it was yaddi yaddi yadda. I commented saying I doubt it — which I REALLY do — because if that guy is who they said he was, I’d know in the first place because I’ve been introduced to him before. I seriously thought the guy on the picture was some random pundit who I probably won’t ever see again and it just happened to take a photo blah blah blah.
Whatever, right? Guess what happened tonight.
I went to a watch launch/event and I met up with a designer who’s currently working on some custom jeans and jacket for me. Out of nowhere, he came up to me (the one I’ve met/been introduced before) for a little chat. He asked me why I posted a photo of him online and why I said mean and derogatory things. I was shocked cause I honestly don’t recall saying anything about him on my site. There’s no reason for me to do so – he’s a genuinely nice guy that I’ve met maybe twice or thrice.
I can see my life flashing in front of my face now. He even recommended me a place to go to in Bangkok for shopping. Yeah, Siam Paragon or something, that’s it.
So I asked him when, what etc he was talking about and he referred to a post I made yesterday.
That’s when it hit me — HE was the one on the photo I published yesterday morning and I didn’t have any clue it was him because he looked sooo different!!!! IT WAS SOOOOOOOO EMBARASSING! You can tell he took what said on my blog seriously (which I really didn’t mean… hello) and it was obvious he was offended. Shit, had I known it was him, I wouldn’t be posting about it on my site cause he’s someone I *already* met before!
Man, those boys at Hintmag are right. I’m slowly turning myself into a
chipmunk cheapmonk. I need to stop eating!!!
To cut the story short, he politely asked to take the entry off my site and I promised him I would. I’m surprised he was nice about it but he looked absolutely mortified. I know I would be feeling the same way too if that happened to me.
I don’t know about you but it was a definitely a time when I wished the ground would just split in half and swallow me alive. It was sooo friggin awkward I must have went to the toilets 200 times to piss my kidneys out… and I’m not joking.
I think it would take wayyy more than a lobotomy to forget what happened last night. ARGHHHHH!! It REALLY was the most humiliating experience EVER! How could I be soooo dumb and not recognize the guy in the photo?
In my case, shit happens wayyyy too often.
To the guy I "offended", I’m so sorry. I swear to my granddad’s grave I didn’t recognize it was you. Shit, I wouldn’t be asking who you were if I knew it was you. I take back everything I said except the part where I think you have a nice watch. You do have a nice watch.
Oh, and someone please buy me Victoria Beckham’s Prada. I know it’s absolutely insane but I still want that bag nevertheless.
This whole thing really ruined it, I swear. It’s sooo embarassing!!!!!!!
I don’t know about y’all but can we not talk about it anymore? Consider this post as my final toilet flush. I cringe with utter embarassment the more I think about it. If you’re gonna comment, please keep it limited to Vicky’s Prada.
So where do I get that lobotomy?
Email firstname.lastname@example.org or SMS +63.915.785.1492.
I love you all as always.
I’ll do the Gay Army post later when I wake up.
PPSS. Enough with this "Bossy" by Kelis bullcrap. I listened to it earlier and I won’t be able to sing it. I love the song and I love the video but come on, we all know I’m better off singing to cheesy, teeny bopper tunes.
PPPSSS. This is where I’m gonna say to everyone that there’s a fine line on what people should take whatever I write here seriously or not because this website is mostly cheeky fun. Anyway, I won’t say it anymore because it beats the purpose of writing this entry. LOL.
Oh and before I forget, you guys have got to watch this video. It’s absolutely hilarious! My Mexican friend Mauricio told me I sound like DeAundra Peek after hearing me sing.